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HISS  MARTHA  BROWNLOW; 


OR    THE 


IfiKOmiE  OF  TEOESSfiE. 


MISS  MARTHA  BROWNLOW; 


OB  THE 


HEROINE  OF  TENNESSEE, 


A  TRUTHFUL  AND  GRAPHIC  ACCOUNT 


OPTHB 


MANY  PERILS  AND  PRIVATIONS  ENDURED  BY 
MISS  MARTHA  BROWNLOW, 


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DUBISa  HER  BESIDENCE  WITH  BEB  FATHSB  IM  EMOXTILLE, 


BY  MAJOR  W.  D.  REYHOLDS, 

LATE  ACTING  ADJUTANT  IN  THE  WESTEEN  ARMT, 


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THE  mWlWS  ROLL  OF  HONOR. 

JUSTICE  TO  OUR  GALLANT  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS. 

,  Thotigh  the  present  war  has  brought  into  existence  "k  vast  number  of  Historii-s 
and  Personal  Narratives,  yet  no  worl.  has,  until  now,  appeared,  ievoted  entirely  to 
tke  cause  of  the  Noble  Men  wlio  have  fought  and  died,  and  wLo  are  still  fighting 
and  dying  in  the  Holy  Cause  of  their  Country. 

It  is,  therefore,  to  supply  this  want  that  we  have  commenced  the  publication  of 

THE    VOLUNTEERS'    ROLL    OF    HONOR. 

The  Roll  of  Honor  is  issi^ed  in  Monthly  Numbers.     Each  number  is  complete  • 
itself,  and  is 

Magnificently  Illustrated  by  the  most  Celebrated  Artists. 

Every  Engravii.s  -^presents  some  scene  taken  directly  from  the  te-t  of  ''e  book 
itself. 

The  Roll  of  Honor  is.  in  fact,  a  Casket,  in  whhh  will  be  preserved  the  correct  name 
of  every  Soldier  or  Sailor  -'^ho  has  performed  an  act  of  dwing  o-  f^allantry  iii  hit 
Country' s  behalf .  The  pov.r  viimber  of  his  Regiment,  and  letter  if  Jiis  Company,  or 
name  of  his  Vessel  will,  c  .  ov  Uricily  recorded,  together  with  a  full  narrative  of  the. 
deedy}    performed.     Such  a  vr">rk,  it  must  be  apparent,  possesses 

MORE  ROMANCE  THAN  A  NOVEL— MORE  THRILLINGNESS  THAN  ANY  OTHER 
VOLUxVIE  OF  ADVENTURES,  AND  ALL  '^I'E  TRUTH  OF  HISTORY, 

and  is,  therefore,  more  desirable  to  the  Re-Tding  Public  than  any  other  work. 


Relatives  and  friends  of  Volunteers,   and  Volunteers   themselves,  by  sending 
a  correct  account  of  any  praiseworthy  or  gallant  -deed,  to;  ether  with  the  Name, 
Regiment,  Ship,  &c.,  of  the  performer,  shall  have  the  same  r    iorded  in 

THE    ROLL  OF   HONOR. 

In  addition  tj  onr  other  inducements,  we  have  determined  to  make  tho 

Following  Splendid  Offer: 

To  that  person  in  the  Arm^,  or  out  of  it,  sending  us  Tiy  JANUARY  1st,  18o4,  the 

largest  number  of  Subscribers  to  the 

Roll  of  Honor,  we  will  present $200  00 

Second  largest  number    .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .     l.'iO  00 

Third         "  " 12.')  0<) 

Fourth      "  " 80  00 

Fifth,         "  " 60  00 

Sixth         "  " 50  00      ; 

Seventh    "  •' 40  00     ' 

On  the  same  day,  we  will  also  award  to  the  Volunteer,  who  shall  be  decided  b 
Committee  of   our   most    distinguished   Generals,  to  have  performed  the  hri 
deed  in  the  cause  of  his  Country,  $200  00. 

lu  case  the  Volunteer  be  dead,  the  money  will  be  paid  to  his  proper  heir  or 
If  Jiying,  to  himself,  or  whoever  he  ~ufy  name. 

Soldiers,  Sailors,  and  Civilians,  Mothers,  D  uighters,  and  Sons,  are  alike  in^ 
in  ^'■ving  The  Volunteers'  Roll  of  Honor  a  universal  oirculation,    and  tb 
'uoing  to  §vory  household  in  our  land  this 

GREAT  ENCYCLOPEDIA  OF  AMERICAIf  HEROISM.    ' 

^exid  35  Cente  for  a  Specimen  Oopy  at  C»iace,  and  C 

Clnbs. 

Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  18' 

BAIiOLAY     'i  CO.  * 

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District  of  i'onnsylvania.  asiera 


I 


MISS  MARTHA  BROWNLOW; 


OR   THE 


HEEOINE  OF  TENNESSEE. 


Seme  First. — Game  op  the  Traitors. 

Soon  after  the  final  culmination  of  the  Southern  conspiracy 
against  the  established  government,  and  when  the  true  Union  men 
in  Tennessee  were  about  overwhelmed  by  numbers,  in  the  bar- 
room of  a  public  house  not  far  from  Knoxville,  a  traitor  Lieutenant 
and  Captain  were  playing  cards,  drinking,  etc.,  and  with  several 
rebel  recruits,  having  a  good  time  generally. 

"Now,  Lieutenant,  for  the  'rub,'  as  to  which  of  us  shall  lower  the 
'stars  and  stripes,'  at  Parson  Brownlow's,  and  kiss  his  handsome 
daughter,"  said  Captain  Joslyn,  emptying  his  glass  of  liquor  and 
shuffling  the  cards. 

"  Not  so  fast,  Capt.,  if  you  please ;  you  propose  too  much  at  once. 
For  rest  assured  that  I  am  not  so  sfelfish,  as  to  wish  to  win  both 
'honors.'  Give  me  the  girl,  and  you  can  have  the  flag,"  replied 
Lieutenant  Byrnes,  gaily. 

"  Ha,  hJi  1  Good ;  very  good  for  the  gallant  Lieutenant,"  lauc^hed 
the  soldiers.  ° 

"  You  are  very  generous,  Lieutenant,"  said  Joslyn.  "  But  the 
♦fair  are  for  the  brave.'  So  let  us  take  these  two  fine  points  in 
our  expedition  up,  one  at  a  time,  if  you  prefer— and  first,  for 
who  lowers  the  hateful  bunting." 

"  Well ;  as  you  say,  Capt.  Let  it  be  so:— proceed,"  and  so  the 
game  went  on,  the  Lieutenant  losing.  «'  You  see,  Captain,"  said 
he,  laughing,  "  to  you  belongs  the  honor  of  lowering  the  hated  flao- 
and  ^o  humbhng  the  Parson's  pride.     You  have  won."  °' 

""Bravo,  bravo  I"  shouted  the  soldiers  in  chorus.  "Captain 
Joslyn,  count  on  us,  in  case  the  old  devil  should  resist.    We  should 

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22  THE   BEBEL  FIEND. 

like  to  Lave  a  hand  in  the  pleasing  task  of  bringing  his  dignity  aa 
well  as  his  indignation  down." 

"  Be  not  alarmed,  my  boys,  you  shall  share  the  glory  with  me.' 

"Captain,"  chimed  in  the  Landlord,  "that  the  old  man  will 
prove  crooked  and  troublesome  you  may  safely  depend,  and  my 
advice  to  you  is  to  go  down  fully  prepared  for  a  stout  resistance 
from  the  old  chap ;  for  by  his  ultimatum  to  the  people,  his  last 
speech,  you  know,  he  is  as  hard  as  Hickory  on  the  war." 

"Yes,  Capt.,  that  speech  must  prove  indeed,  his  ultimatum,'" 
spake  Byrnes,  earnestly.  "  For  he  is  growing  too  defiant.  His 
arrogance  is  becoming  unbearable.  He  must  be  silenced. — But 
come  now,  for  the  girl." 

"Yes,  Lieutenant,"  chimed  Joslyn.  "That  speech  is  the  Par- 
son's last,  I  believe,  unless  he  plays  the  lamb  and  acts  meekly. — 
But  now,  the  'rub^  for  the  Parson's  daughter,  or  who  wins  the  girl." 

"  Aye,  that's  the  *  rub,'  Captain,"  laughed  the  Landlord. 

"  A  *  rub^  indeed,  as  is  a  '  rub,''  "  chimed  the  soldiers. 

"For  the  Parson's  daughter,"  continued  the  Landlord,  as  the 
play  went  on.  "  A  handsome  bouncing  lass,  a  brave  and  noble 
girl.  She  would  prove  an  honor  to  a  better  cause  than  the  one 
which  by  her  father  she  is  forced  to  espouse.  She  will  prove  a 
charming,  a  precious  acquisition  to  the  man  who  is  fortunate 
enough  to  win  her.  A  noble  woman,  just  such  an  one  to  lead  a 
forlorn  hope  or  a  desperate  expedition  of  any  kind.  She  could 
pioneer  where  dangers  were  the  thickest.  She  can  now,  after 
attending  her  domestic  duties,  cross  a  sword,  handle  a  musket, 
hunt,  and  follow  in  the  chase  with  success,  equal  to  any  man  of 
equal  years  in  Tennessee, — and  I  would  forewarn  the  man  who  is 
80  fortunate  to  win  the  honor  of  kissing  even  the  hand  of  that 
brave  girl,  to  beware ;  she  will  not  be  trifled  with." 

"  Ha,  ha,  ha  I"  laughed  Lieutenant  Byrnes.  "  You,  see,  Captain, 
you  have  lost.  To  kiss  the  Parson's  daughter  belongs  to  me,  so 
the  honors  of  our  expedition,  so  far  at  least,  seem  fairly  divided. — 
Now  are  you  satisfied  ?" 

The  sensual  captain  was  far  from  being  satisfied  with  the  result 
of  his  proposed  game  for  the  girl.  Still  he  had  lost  and,  poorly 
concealing  his  chagrin,  he  .replied,  "  O  yes,  Lieutenant,  of  course  I 
am  satisfied,  though  the  fairly  appears  all  on  one  side. — It's  a  one- 
sided affair.     I  should  have  preferred  the  girl — " 

"  But,  Captain,  you  know  that  in  war  all  is  fair.  Besides,  have  I 
not  won  her  fairly?" 

"  Certainly,  sir ;  of  course  you  have.  You  played  fairly.  It's  all 
right,  and  I  am  perfectly  satisfied,  Lieutenant,  with  my  duty  of 
hauling  down  the  flag,"  said  Joslyn  obsequiously,  though  slightly 
chafing  still. 

"  But  indeed.  Captain,"  broke  in  the  corporal  ef  the  company, 
"  if  what  mine  host  here  says  about  the  girl  be  true,  ycu  will  have 
'  quite  enough  on  your  hands  at  the  Parson's  without  her." 

NcD 


THE   REBEL   FIEND.  23 

"  Ah,  what  does  he  say  of  her  ?"  quivered  Joslyn,  anxious  to 
look  at  the  subject  from  another  point. 

"  Well,  that  she  is  apt  with  firearms  and  ^he  sword,"  replied 
the  corporal.  "  That  she  is  a  brave,  courageous  girl, — in  a  word, 
'she  is  a  powerfully  strong  minded  and  very  dangerous  woman." 

"Indeed,  quite  an  amazon,  I  suppose,"  said  Joslyn  with  an 
assumed  air  of  indifference,  and  then  murmured  to  himself.  "  Tush, 
I  have  lost  a  precious  prize,  just  the  kind  of  character  I  so  admire. 
D — n  me;  I'll  have  her  yet."  ^ 

"  What's  that  you  say,  Captain ;  not  satisfied  yet  ?"  broke  ia 
Byrnes.  "  Come,  let  us  take  another  drink.  Drink  death  to  all 
differences,  and  then  go  on  our  happy  way  to  take  down  the  fancy 
colored  rag.  You  know,  Captain,  the  orders  are,  '■it  must  come 
down.'' " 

"Yes  sir,  and  down  it  comes,"  said  Joslyn,  filling  his  glass.  "I 
was  just  speaking  of  the  admirable  devil-me-care  sort  of  character 
of  the  Parson's  daughter.  Our  host  her6  says^he  is  dangerous — 
full  of  fight  and  fire. 

"  Ah  that  is  just  what  I  admire,"  chimed  Byrnes.  "  She  suits 
me  exactly.  Captain.  I  always  prefer  an  amour  in  which  risk  and 
danger  are  involved.  It  seems  to  give  it  spice,  and  I  relish  it  the 
more, — you  know  the  less  easily  won,  the  more  precious  when, 
overcome." 

"  Take  care.  Lieutenant ;  take  care,"  spoke  the  Landlord,  smiling. 

"  O  yes.  Landlord  :  I'll  be  careful — very  careful,  and  I'll  kiss  the 
jParson's  daughter,"  Byrne  laughed,  and  holding  up  his  glass  con- 
tinued— "  Here's  to  the  success  of  our  mission,  and  to  our  foe's 
perdition." 

"That's  the  sentiment,"  echoed  all,  and  drank.  "And  now 
men,  for  Parson  Brownlow's,"  said  Byrnes,  placing  on  the  bar  his 
emptied  glass.  , 

"  Wot'll  broion  his  carcass,  and  bring  him  loio. 

"  So  let  the  world  wag,  wag  as  it  will, 
We'll  be  gay  and  happy  still." 

They  filed  out  of  the  hotel,  singing  gaily,  and  took  up  their 
march  for  the  residence  of  the  eccentric  Parson  Brownlow. 

Scene  Second. — Brownlow  at  home — the  daughter's  dan- 
gers— HER  HOPE — 'OUR  FLAG  STILL  THERE.' 

In  the  library-room  of  their  snug  home,  the  beautiful  and  noble 
Martha  Brownlow  sat  reading  some  manuscript ;  near  her  stood  her 
parent,  just  preparing  to  leave  on  a  short  journey.  As  he  stood,  hat 
in  hand,  he  turned  to  his  loved  daughter  and  tenderly  said,  "Now 
daughter,  I  shall  not  be  gone  long.  But,  in  the  mean  time,  prepare 
all  the  copy  you  can,  for  the  paper,  against  my  return." 

The  obedient  and  affectionate  Martha  arose  and  said,  "  I  will  do 


24  THE  REBEL   FIEND. 

60/  papa.     But  hasten  your  return,  please ;  for  these  are  troublous 
times  long  to  be  alone." 

"  If  you  are  fearful,  Martha,  I  will  remain  at  home  to-day,"  said 
the  tender  parent. 

"  O  no,  papa,  do  not  mind  it ;  'twas  a  sudden  thought  only,  that 
flitted  through  my  mind ;  nothing  will  come  of  it,"  replied  the  noble 
girl,  and  looking  from  the  casement  out  upon  \he  stars  and  stripes 
just  floating  off  in  the  breeze  from  the  flag  staff  in  the  centre  of 
the  lawn  in  front  of  the  house,  she  continued :  "  I  shall  fcel  perfectly 
safe,  even  in  your  absence,  father.  For  ' our  flag  is  still  therc.^ 
Surel}'',  i  am  safe  beneath  its  protecting  folds. 

"Yes,  daughter,  ^ our^ag  is  still  iliere.^  Heaven  bless  it  and 
you !"  answered  the  palpiit,  warmiilg,  up  with  patriotism  for  the 
old  flag.  "  But  that  onc'^ glorious  banner  of  liberty  and  protec- 
tion to-day  is  disrespected  and  hated  by  men  long  blest  beneath 
its  bounties — men  whose  heartlessness  and  base  ingratitude  assi- 
milates them  to  the  fiendish  character  of  devils." 

"  Still,  father,  I  feel  safe  beneath  the  roof  o'ershadowed  by  its 
sacred  folds,"  chimed  Martha,  catching  the  inspiration  imparted 
by  the  subject.- 

"And  so  you  should,  daughter,  so  you  should.  But  the  pure 
blendings  of  that  flag's  blood-bought  colors  have  been  shot,  trampled 
on,  and  trailed  in  the  dust,  even  on  American  soil.  Fiends  there 
are,  devils  in  human  form,  who,  to-day,  from  the  black  recess  of  their 
heart  of  hearts,  execrate  and  detest  that  sacred  emblem  of  liberty." 

"  True,  father,  they  may  perhaps  despise  that  blest  ensign  of 
freedom  to  all.  The  traitors,  though  so  abhorring  the  banner  of 
the  noble  free,  yet  I  cannot  think  would  offer  harm  to  me." 

"  No,  daughter,  the  man  who  would  dishonor  that  flag  has  no 
respect  for  the  dearest  rights  of  man.  God  bless  you,  my  child, 
and  shield  you  until  my  return!"  Saying  which  the  tender  father 
kissed  his  loving  child  and  left  the  library,  to  be  gone  but  a  short 
time.  And  Martha,  the  heroine,  was  alone,  singing  in  a  subdued 
tone, 

—  "  'Tis  the  star-spangled  banner,  0  long  may  it  wave 

O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave." 

She  again  took  her  seat  at  the  writing  table,  and  busied 'herself 
with  the  correction  and  revision  of  copy  for  the  press. 

"  How  silly  in  me  to  have  forebodings  of  evil,"  she  murmured. 
Then  glancing  again  through  the  window,  she  continued,  "  With 
such  protection  as  that  dear  old  flag  gives,  why  shoulf\  I  be  afraid  ? 
Women  there  were  in  the  American  Eevolution,  who,  with  their 
husbands,  fathers,  brothers,  sisters,  lovers,  braved  everj'-  danger, 
faced  the  foe,  and  defended  that  flag  against  the  assaults  of  our 
country's  invaders.  I  emulate  their  daring  example,  and  I'll  pro- 
tect it  now."  Sh^  was  startled  ft-om  her  musing  by  a  loud  rattling 
at  the  outer  gate — a  boisterous  demand  for  admittance.  Looking 
from  the  casement  she  saw  Lieutenant  Byrnes,  •  Captain  Joslyn 


THE  BEBEL  FIEND.  25 

and  their  recruits,  gathering  about  the  gateway,  and  gazing  wist 
fall  J  towards  the  house,  and  anon  enviously,  hatefully,  at  the  stars 
and  stripes  floating  so  proudly  over  the  lawn.  "Arouse  my 
heart,  be  stout  and  brave,"  murmured  the  noble  girl  as  she  won- 
dered to  herself: — 

"  Who  may  they  be  ?  Traitors,  no  doubt,  or  they  may  be 
Bome  Union  men  called  to  consult  with  father,  their  counsellor, 
and  they  may  want  assistance.  Be  it  as  it  may,  I  shall  see ;  and, 
if  I  can,  assist  the  loyal  cause,"  she  bravely  concluded,  approaching 
the  gate  entrance,  as  they  renewed  their  impatience  for  entrance 
by  rattling  more  boisterously  still  the  gate,  she  exclaimed : 

"Stay;  what  would  you?" 

"  We  have  business  with  Parson  Brownlow,  and  wish  to  come 
in,"  said  Byrnes. 

"  My  father  is  absent.  By  what  authority  do  you  thus  demand, 
abruptly,  admittance  to  a  loyal  citizen's  home?"  Martha  inquired. 

'''By  the  authority  pf  the  commander  of  the  Southern  forces  in 
Tennessee,  and  in  the  name  of  the  Confederate  States  of  Americd." 

"  Gentlemen,  we  recognize  no  such  authority,  no  such  power. 
We  are  loyal,"  said  the  proud  girl. 

'*  Then  must  we  come  in,"  spake  Captain  Joslyn,  harshly. 

"  Gentlemen,  I  cannot  admit  you.     My  father  is  absent." 

"  That  makes  it  all  the  better  for  our  purpose.  Miss  Brownlow. 
Admit  us.  We  will  not  harm  you,"  said  Byrnes,  in  a  tone  of 
mingled  determination  and  solicitation. 

"  Gentlemen,  you  say  you  have  called  to  see  my  father.  I  am 
alone,  therefore  will  not  admit  you,"  said  the  brave  girl  sternly. 

"  I  would  leave  a  message  with  you  for  Parson  Brownlow. 
Pray  admit  us,  my  dear." 

"  I  tell  you,  gentlemen,  my  father  is  not  at  home.  If  you  wish 
to  see  bim  you  must  call  when  he  is  here." 

"But  we  must  come  in  noio.  That  flag  must  come  down. 
Draw  down  that  flag  1"  Joslyn  sau6ily  commanded. 

"  No,  gentlemen,  I  cannot  oblige  you  in  that  either.  That 
good  old  flag\ floats  very  well  where  it  is,  and  ray  hope  and  prayer 
is  that  it  may  long  Avave  there.  I  will  not  take  it  down,"  spake 
the  noble  girl  proudly.  But  she  was  suddenly  startled  afresh  by 
Joslyn  commanding  his  men  to  force  the  gate  and  take  down  the 
distasteful  flag,  who,  as  he  led  them  in  over  the  lawn,  said, 
"  If  you  will  not  remove  it  wo  will  take  it  down  for  you."  But 
Martha*  soon  recovering  her  self-possession,  and  hastening  into  the 
house,  soon  emerged  again  with  a  well  charged  musket,  and,  taking 
her  stand  beneath  the  stars  and  stripes,  brought  the  unerring  wea- 
pon t6  her  shqulder,  like  a  well  practised  veteran,  and  levelling  it 
at  her  foes,  exclaimed,  "  Back,  sirs,  back  I  Draw  down  that  flag, 
and  I'll  draw  you  do^n !  Back,  you  cowardly  dogs !  Leave  me, 
ere  I  make  you  bite  the  dust  I  Touch  not  the  sacred  folds  of  that 
good  old  flag  1" 


THE  BKBKL  FIEND.  27 

Cowards  as  they  really  were,  they  turned  and  skulked  away, 
leaving  the  heroic  Martha  Brownlow  unharmed. 

When  her  parent  returned  he  found  her  again  in  the  library 
sweetly  singing: 

TOUCH  NOT  THAT  FLAG. 

*'  Traitor  spare  that  flag ; 

Touch  not  a  single  star;  . 
In  shining  glory  now,  , 

And  blazing  near  and  far  ; 
'Twaa  our  forefathers'  hand 

That  placed  it  o'er  our  head, 
And  thou  shalt  let  it  stand, 

Or  perish  with  the  dead. 

"  Our  dear  old  precious  flag, 

Whose  glory  and  renown 
Are  spread  o'er  land  and  sea, 

And  wouldst'thou  tear  it  down  f 
Traitor  I  forbear  thy  touch  ; 

Rend  not  its  heart-bound  ties  ; 
Oh,  spare  that  glorious  flag. 

Still  streaming  through  the  skies.  , 

'  When  I  was  yet  a  girl 

I  gloried  in  the  sight, 
And  raised  my  Toice  in  joy 

To  greet  its  folds  of  light— 
For  it  my  home  is  dear ; 

Dear  is  my  native  land  ; 
Forgive  this  foolish  tear, 

But  let  that  old  flag  stand. 

"  My  heart-strings  round  thee  cling 
Close  as  thy  stripes,  old  friend ; 
Thy  praises  men  shall  sing, 
Till  time  itself  shall  end. 
Old  flag,  the  storm  still  brave, 
And,  traitor,  leave  the  spot ; 
>  While  I've  a  hand  to  save 

Thy  touch  shall  harm  it  not." 


Scene  Third. — The  white  slave  and  his  kind  master — ^free- 
dom— the  slave's  gratitude. 

""Well,  Louis,  you  are  punctual;   and,  be  it  spoken  to  your 
credit,  you  have  served  me  faithfully  now  for  many  years." 
"  Why,  yes,  master,  'tis  true,  I  have  tried  to  serve  you  well." 
This  conversation  occurred  near  the  slave  quarters  of  as  beauti 
ful  and  productive  a  plantation  as  any  in  Tennessee.    The  place 
belonged  to  Lemuel  Garfield.    At  the  time  of  which  we  write,  he 
was  colonel  m  the  Union  army,  enddavoring,  against  overwhelm 
ing  opposition,  to  enlist  the  young  men  of  Tennessee  for  the 
^nion.    LouiS;  with  whom  he  was  now  conversing,  had  been  tc 


28  THB  REBEL  FIEND. 

him,  as  indicated,  a  faithful  slave,  though  ia  color  almost  white. 
He  had  been  to  Garfield  a  confidential  servant,  a  favorite.  In 
answer-  to  the  reply  of  Louis,  his  master  said :  "  Which  makes 
me  indeed  the  more  loth  to  part  with  jou,  Louis.  But  I  have 
tried  my  best  for  a  long  time  now  to  arouse  our  young  men — 
tried  to  increase  the  loyal  Union  sentiment  among  us  in  sufficient 
force  to  repel  our  disunion  invaders.  But  it  has  ajl  been  to 
no  purpose.  'Tis  labor  for  nought.  I  have  been  mocked  and 
threatened,  and  now,  before  many  days  have  passed,  that  villain 
and  plunderer  Buckner  will  be  down  among  us,  scouring  the 
place,  to  either  destroy  or  press  us  into  his  villanous  army. 
But  I  have  made  up  my  mind  he  shall  do  neither  with  me.  So, 
Louis,  we  must  escape ;  I  have  concluded  also  to  allow  you  a  fair 
chance.  Yourself  and  Emily  your  wife  are  now  at  liberty.  You 
are  free,  Louis,  to  go  where  you  please ;  and  all  I  ask  in  return  is 
that  you  will  remain  loj^al  and  true  to  the  Union.  For  in  the 
end  the  government  and  the  laws  must  triumph." 

"God  bless  you,  master,"  said  Louis,  affected.  "  You  have  been 
always  kind  to  me ;  but  this  last  act  seems  the  kindest  of  them  all. 
You  ask  me  to  prove  faithful  to  the  Union.  May  my  heart  cease 
with  life  to  beat,  when  I  think  not  with  gratitude  of  thee,  or  falter 
for  an  instant  in  my  loyalty  to  the  American  Union." 

"  Heaven  bless  you,  Louis,"  said  Garfield,  taking  his  slave  by 
the  hand.  "  I  believe  you  are  sincere,  in  your  gratitude  to  me. 
Pack  up  all  you  can  take  with  you  conveniently,  and  get  ready  to 
leave.     Let  us  not  loiter  here,  or  we  shall  be  captured." 

"  Indeed,  indeed,  master,  I  love  the  old  homestead,"  said  Louis, 
mournfully. 

"So  do  I,  Louis.  But  we  must  leave  it,  that  we  may  return  re- 
inforced with  true  men,  that  we  may  be  able  to  retake  and  hold  it." 
"  When  I  leave  here,  master  Garfield,  I  don't  know  where  I  shall 
go.  Still  I  must  hasten  now  to  glad  my  dear  Emily's  heart  with 
the  good  news  that  we  are  free." 

"  All  right,"  said  Garfield,  pleased  with  his  late  slave's  happiness. 
"  But  be  careful,  Louis ;  remain  not  here  too  long,  or  you  may  lose 
all ;  property,  freedom  and  yourself.  Let  them  not  captur^  you — 
fly  for  your  life." 

"Yes,  yes;  bless  you,  master.  I'll  look  out  for  them.  The 
rebels  to  catch  me  will  have  to  prove  very  swift." 

"  Louis,  be  faithful  to  the  loyal  cause." 

'•'  iTes,  master;  I'll  be  faithful.^  God  bless  you.  Good  bye,  good 
bye,"  the  happy  Louis  Repeated  as  he  turned  from  his  kind  late 
master,  and  walked  rapidly  towards  his  little  home,  at  the  slave- 
quarters. 


.    THE  EEBEL   FIEND.  29 

Scene  Fourth — Scouting— ON  the  scent — the  rebel  fiend — 

HIS  MISSION. 

"I  tell  you,  Lieutenant,  I  looked  that  girl  direct  in  the  eyes, 
and  as  plain  as  stern  feminine  determination  could  say  it,  she  said 
'  sJiooC  I  really  believe  if  we  had  advanced  another  step,  as  she 
declared,  she  would  have  fired  both  barrels  into  us,  which,  of 
course,  would  most  effectually-  have  deprived  us  of  the  pleasurable 
recreation  which  we  this  day  enjoy  of  scouring  the  woods  and 
country  hereabouts  for  adherents  to  the  Yankee  cause." 

"  D — m — d  recreating  tramping  about  here,  hunting  all  day  and 
finding  no  game,"  said  Lieutenant  Byrnes  petulantly,  to  Captain 
Joslyn,  as  they  emerged  from  a  thick  woods,  and  stood  a  moment 
on  an  eminence,  with  two  or  three  scouting  recruits,  overlooking 
the  surrounding  country  not  far  from  the  very  place  where  Colonel 
Garfield  and  his  favorite  servant  had  stood  a  short  time  before,  v 

"  We  cannot  be  very  far  from  the  game  I  think,  for  I  am  certain 
it  was  hereabouts  I  saw  that  busy  rebel  Garfield  to-day,"  replied 
Joslyn,  seizing  a  musket  from  one  of  his  men  and  levelling  it  at 
something  in  the  distance  scarcely  discernible. 

"And  it  is  just  as  certain  that  the  game  has  flown,"  continued 
Byrnes,  still  chafing  with  the  disappointment  with  which  they  met 
at  Parson  Brownlow's. 

"It  may  be  so,  out  let  us  not  return  to  camp  without  a  trophy 
of  some  kind,"  and  discharging  his  musket  he  ejaculated,  "Let  us 
scour  the  whole  place." 

"What  in  the  devil's  name  did  you  do  that  for?"  said  Byrnes 
crossly,  as  '  the  rebel  fiend,'  towering  like  a  collossus  before  them, 
sprang  lightly,  athletically  from  his  place  of  concealment — the 
hollow  trunk  of  a  great  tree  on  the  edge  ofs  the  forest.  At  his 
sudden  abrupt  appearance  to  them,  all  stirted  as  if  a  bomb-shell 
had  just  fallen  in  their  midst.  In  truth,  he  was  a  frightful  looking 
character,  not  to  say  ^  animal.^  He  towered  up  befpre  them,  not 
less  than  seveo  feet  in  height, "hugely  large.  His  right  hand  and 
same  side  of  his  face  was  white  in  color,  while  his  left  hand  and 
left  si.de  of  his  face  was  frightfully  hlacJc.  His  hair  was  black  and 
bushy,  the  general  contour  of  his  head  reminding  you  of  the  head 
of  the  buffalo  rampant.  Across  his  shoulders  a  coarse  blanket 
cafelessly  hung  dropping  over  his  white  arm,  and  partially  con- 
cealing a  naked  knife  or  dagger  inihis  hand,  while  in  his  left  hai^d 
he  grasped  a  charred  flambeau,  late  extin^ished. 

"Counsel  with  me,"  sternly  said  he.  "  Un  land  and  sea  let  your 
motto  be,  rough  shod  o'er  them  ride,  To  conquer  first  divide.^  Then 
scatter,  tear,  and  slay,  and  burn  them  on  every  side."  Throwing 
his  large  brawny  arm  aloft,  he  flourished  his  great  un.sheathed 
knife  on  hig-h  until  it  aleamed  in  the  sun  like  burnished  silver. 
He  turned  on  his  heel  and  was  about  to  disappear  again  into  the 
forest,  as  Byrnes,  just  recovering  from  the  surpHse  his  suddeu 


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80  THE   BEBEL   FIEND.  ^ 

appearance  to  them  gave,  gasped,  "But  sir,  who  are  you?     What 
are  you  ?     Where  do  you  come  from  i  and  what  is  your  name?" 

"  My  name  is, — no  matter  who  I  am,  call  me    The  Eebel  Fiend,* 
(St  the  'Scout  of  Secessia,'  if  you  please.     For  my  business  is  that 
of  a  scout  in  the  Southern  service,  and  before  my  work  is  done 
no  doubt  I  shall  be  called  a  fiend,  indeed.     My  mission  is  blood. 
With  fire  and  sword  I  reigned  before, — 
By  the  same  I  reign  forftvermore." 

Again  flourishing  his  weapons  he  disappeared  in  the  woods. 

"  That  chap's  a  trump,"  said  Joslyn,  forgetting  the  poor  calf  he 
had  just  shot. 

"He  is  full  'secesh,^  sure,"  chimed  the  men. 

"  So,  Captain,  we  have  received  agdin  our  commission,  to  send 
all  who  oppose  us  down  to  perdition.  To  hoist  the  black  flag, 
no  mercy  show,  and  hastily  despatch  all  Yankees  below — down  to 
the  dominions  of  the  gentleman  in  black,  you  know,"  rhymed 
Byrnes,  sticking  his  sword  into  the  earth  by  way  of  adding  force 
to  his  speech,  while  Joslyn,  with  equal  vehemence,  flourished  hia 
sword  above  his  head  exclaiming, 

"  Aye,  aye,  such  is  our  plainly  appointed  duty.  To  kill,  destroy 
and  gather  booty,  or  '  beauty.'  So  let  us  to  it  at  once  together, '  pell 
melV     To  heaven,  if  we  may,  if  not,  then  '  hand-in-hand  to  hell.' " 

And  away  they  sped,  "eager  for  the  fray"  their  blood-thirsty  souls 
on  some  foul  and  hellish'  deed  intent.  Just  as  they  passed  the 
spot,  the  "  Eebel  Fiend"  emerged  from  the  wood  again,  and  looking 
after  them  in  hellish  glee  as  they  sped  on  their  determined  errand 
of  blood,  he  chuckled :  "  On,  on,  ye  dogs  of  war,  and  cry  havoc, 
bloody  havoc,  on  all  who  our  onward  march  oppose.  Divide  and 
tear  asunder  the  union  of  our  foes.  Drench  with  their  own  blood 
the  so-called  rag  of  the  free.  Destroy  it  forever  from  the  land  and 
on  the  sea.  The  states  are  ours  to  rule  them  or  to  ruin,  still  let 
our  motto  be." 

Saying  which  the  Secession  monster  dashed  away  through  tho 
forest  again. 

Scene  Fifth. — The  slave's  joy — surprise — the  attack — re 

TURN  —  desperate    ENCOUNTER — FLIGHT    OF    THE    REBELS  — 
PURSUIT. 

The  light  mulatto,  Emily,  wife  of  Louis,  was  busily  engaged 
in  preparing  their  evening  meal,  when  Loiiis,  smiling  and  happy, 
entered  to  glad  her  ears  with  the  good  news  of  their  release  from 
bondage. — "  God  bless  you,  Emily ;  I  bring  you  good  news  to- 
night. My  dear  wife,  at  last  we  have  our  liberty. — Emily,  we 
are  free ;  free ;  bless  heaven  and  master  Garfield,  to  go  where  and 
when  we  please." 

*'  Cum,  Gum,  Louis,  don't  now  poke  fun  at  me  in  dat  kind  o'  way 
Free  I — we  free  ?  why  Loo,  you  dun  no  what  yer  talkin  'bout 


THE  REBEL   FIEND.  31 

'Good  news,' — yes  too  good  to  believe. — Ha,  yab,  yah.  We  free, 
^00  ?  you  makin  fun ; — it  can't  be,"  laughed  the  simple  hearted 
wife,  unable,  as  her  remarks  indicate,  to  appreciate  the  truth  of  the 
glad  tidings. 

"Yes  Emily,  it  is  indeed,  true,"  continued  Louis,  kissing  his 
young  wife  tenderly.  "But  the  worst  is  we  must  leave  here  soon, 
to  escape  capture  by  the  traitors,  the  '  seceshers,^  as  they  are  called. 
For,  if  taken  by  them  we  shall  be  sold  again  into  perpetual  slavery. 
So  master  says  we  must  pack  up  all  we  can  at  once,  escape  from 
reach  of  the  traitors,  and  be  true  to  the  Union  cause." 

"  True  to  de  Union,"  echoed  the  smiling  Emily,  the  apparent 
truth  of  her  husband's  news  now  breaking  through  her  mind  like 
the  rays  of  the  sun  through  an  April  shower  of  rain.  "  God  bress 
yer.  Loo,  den,  ^at  we  am  free  am  true  ?" 

"True  as  heaven,  and  master  Garfield  is  about  to  remove  from 
here,  and  we  must^go  too." 

"  Den  ob  course  to  de  Union  we'll  be  true,"  chimed  the  happy 
simple  wife,  returning  her  husband's  tender  embrace-  affectionately. 
"  God  bress  yer,  Loo,  yer  am  dearer  to  me  now  dan  eber,"  she 
concluded.        -      ' 

"  Heaven  bless  us,  Emily,"  said  her  husband,  kissing  her  again. 
"Now  let  us  prepare  to  follow  and  assist  master.  While  you  pack 
up  some  things  in  the  house,  I  will  collect  what  I  can  that  we  shall 
need  outside." 

He  was  leaving  the  room  as  she  called  to  him, — "  Stop,  Loo,  and 
git  yer  supper  fust.  It's  all  ready,  come, — let  us  have  our  supper, 
an  talk  dis  ting  ober  like." 

"  No,  no,  Emily ;  I  will  clean  the  old  gun  first  that  has  been 
hanging  so  long  in  the  shed  unused:  It  may  prove  a  useful  com- 
panion in  our  travels;  when  I  get  the  old  gun  ready,  Emily,  I  will 
then  be  ready  for  my  supper."  He  closed  the  door  after  hiin  and 
Emily  was  alone  again. 

She  busied  herself  about  the  room*  murmuring  to  herself,  "  Free, 
free !  Got  yer  freedom  for  eber.  Dat  sounds  strange  like  to  me ; 
bery  strange  and  bery  queer  like.  I  dun  no  what  it  am, — what  am 
it,  anyhow.  Wonder  how  it  am  cooked,  stewed,  rc^sted,  boiled, 
fried,  raw  or  in  de  shell.  Ha !  Louis  and  I,  Emily  Nelson,  hia 
wife,  free ! — seems  queer.  But  I  guess  it  am  so ;  Loo  wouldn't  tell 
me  a  lie  in  earnest,  dat's  a  fac.  Den  he's  gone  to  clean  de  old  gun. 
It  must  be  so,  and  no  mistake.  Freedom  I  0  bress  de  Lor  we  am 
free  I"  and  the  newly  freed  slave  gave  utterance  to  the  melody 
striving  to  rise  from  her  glad  soul,  by  singing  more  musically  than 
she  ever  sang  it  before, — '■The  Slave's  DreamJ  But  before  she 
concluded  there  was  heard  loud  knocking  at  the  door,  and  without 
stopping  her  soul  melody,  her  happiness  perfect,  full  to  overflowing, 
she  said  invitingly,  "Come  in.-— Spec  it's  massa  Garfield,  come 
down  to  tell  me  bout  it  too. — Please  to  come  in,  Massa  Garfield — 
always  welcome  to  some  ob  Emily's  nice  short  cate." 


3^  THE  REBEL   FIEND. 

But  she  was  speechless  a  moment  as  she  turned  and  saw. con- 
fronting her  Lieutenant  Byrnes,  Captain  Joslyn,  and  several 
soldiers. 

''  Ah !  just  in  time  here,"  said  Byrnes,  looking  wishfully  at  the 
well  done  cakes  and  the  smoking  pleasant  odored  coffee  on  the 
table.       .  • 

"  What  fur,  sir  sogers,  yer  just  in  time?  What  dus  yer  cum  in 
fur  widout  'witen,"  stammered  Emily  at  length,  recovering  from 
her  slight  alarm  at  their  appearance. 

"  Come,  come !  my  pretty  wench,  don't  be  quite  so  flippant  with 
your  tongue,  b,ut  haste  with  your  hands,  and  get  us  something 
to  eat;  we  are  hungry,  and  must  have  something  to  eat  soon," 
commanded  Joslyn,  harshly. 

"You  is  white  men;  sogers,  I  spec  yer.  But,  praps  yer  don't 
no  dat  I  am  free ;  ha,  yah,  yah !  Bress  de  Lor,  and  Massa  Garfield, 
Loo  and  I  am  free  dis  day  fore  God." 

"Ho,  ho!  This  is  news,  indeed.  Beside  securing  our  suppers 
by  calling  in  here  we  have  also  caught  a  pretty  contraband.  Aye, 
even  handsome.  Where  is  your  master,"  said  Byrnes  familiarly 
pertly. 

"  Dun  no ;  spec  he's  home  tho', "  replied  Emily.  '  But  what  yer 
mean  by  dat  name  yer  call  me  jus  now,  '  coniermandy^ 

"  Ha,  ha !  It  is  contraband,  my  pretty  one,"  said  Joslyn,  toying 
with  her.  "  It  means  you  are  our  prisoner ;  we  want  you  and  your 
master  to  go  with  us  to-night." 

"Dun  no.  Bat  I  don't  tink  dat  so  easy,  kase  we  am  free," 
replied  the  simple  Emily. 

"That  makes  it  all  the  better,  and  the  easier,  my  pretty  little 
contraband,"  smiled  Byrnes,  chucking  her  under  the  chin.  In  the 
mean  time  the  soldiers  were  busy  helping  themselves  at  the  table, 
and  besides  eating  and  drinking  all  they  could,  packing  about  their 
persons  whatever  they  could  carry  away.  Joslyn  helped  himself 
to  supper,  leaving  Byrnes  to  toy  with  Emily. 

"  See  here,"  said  the  latter  to  the  Lieutenant.  "  You  am  a  white 
man ;  I'se  a  free  married  woman.  Please  don't  do  dat  agin — and 
see  here,  you  tief,"  she  said,  turning  to  Joslyn  as  he  was  bolting 
away  the  last  of  her  nice  cakes.  "Dat  am  berry  bad  manners,  to 
say  no  wus  'bout  it,  and  ef  yer  don't  stop  dat,  I  must  call  in*  my 
huzbara,  Louis  Nelson,  wid  his  gun." 

"  Take  that  for  yer  insolence,  you  wench ;  and  if  you  don't  want 
about  forty  lashes,  well  laid  on,  you'll  not  open  your  mouth  again," 
said  Joslyn,  angrily  throwing  at  her  from  the  table  a  loaf  of  bread. 

Byrnes  attempting  rudely  to  embrace  her,  she  screams  loudly 
for  help,  and  pushing  him  from  her  he  falls  partially  under  the 
table,  which,  Joslyn  trying  to  save  him  upsets,  which  the  soldiers 
accept  as  a  signal  for  destroying  all  the  things  in  the  place,  in  the 
midst  of  which  having  heard  her  scream,  Louis  with  his  gun  enters, 
hastily  followed  by  his  late  master.     He  fires  at  once  at  Byrnes, 


.  THE   REBEL  FIEND.  83 

who  as  he  entered,  had  just  seized-Emily  again.  But  wounded  in 
the  left  arm  by  Louis,  he'  leaps  up  and  draws  his  sword  on  the 
avenging  husband,  who  discharges  the  other  load  of  his  gun  at 
Joslyn,  who  strangely  escapes  from  the  floor  unhurt.  Colonel 
Garaeld,  more  successful  in  his  aim,  brings  down  both  of  the 
rebel  soldiers  at  once,  as  they  turn  to  run.  Louis  now  dashes  with 
clubbed  gun  at  Byrnes,  who  stands  a  second  with  sword  drawn ; 
ready  and  apparently  determined  to  contest  the  issue  with  the  en- 
raged husband,  but  dexterously  eluding  the  terrible  blow  intended 
to  crush  his  skull  he  makes  a  rapid  pass  at  his  assailant  with  his 
weapon,  but  missing  him  rushes  past  Mm  and  escapes,  bleeding 
from  the  wound  in  his  left  arm.  Louis,  beside  himself  with  revenge, 
and  spurred  on  by  the  sight  of  his  prostrate  wife,  turns  again,  and 
with  the  butt  of  his  gun  aims  a  terrible  blow  at  the  head  of  the 
flying  rebel,  just  as  he  leaps  through  the  door.  But  the  door-post 
catches  the  blow,  and  by  its  force  the  stock  of  the  gun  is  broken 
from  the  barrel,  and  as  Louis,  raving  and  writhing  with  the  pain 
the  rebound  of  the  unfortunate  blow  has  given  him,'  the  '  Eebel 
Fiend,'  with  drawn  dagger  and  burning  flambleau,  stands  grinning 
in  the  door- way,  and  loudly  chuckles,  "Ha,  ha  I  Now,  does  the 
work  go  bravely  on.  So  soon  ray  faithful  minions  catch  the  spirit 
of  my  reign. — This  is  our  right,  we  gain  it  by  might,  to  scatter,  tear, 
and  slay ;  and  so  we  win  our  way. — By  force  and  fire,  and  sword 
we  reign,  we  reign ;"  and  ere  he  could  be  prevented,  with  his 
blazing  torch  he  deliberately  fired  the  wooden  structure,  and  then 
loudly  laughing,  dashed  away,  followed  hastily  by  Louis,  with  the 
bare  barrel  of  the  broken  gun. 

"  Great  Heaven  1  Emily,  what  has  brought  this  about  ?"  said 
Colonel  Garfield,  assisting  the  afi'righted  Emily  to  her  feet. 
"  Come,  come,  Emily,  we  must  escape  from  here,  the  house  is  on 
fire,  and  the  rebels,  or  devils,  are  on  us.     Come,  are  you  hurt?" 

"  Dun  no,  massa ;  dun  no ;  may  be  I  is.  Tink  I  is  hurt  some 
in  dis  shoulder.    When  Loo  shoot  at  de  soger,  tink  he  hit  me  too." 

"  Whar  am  Loo,  massa  ?  Hasn't  'gone  and  left  us ;  has  he, 
massa?     He  told  me  we  were  free,"  said  she. 

"  Here  he  comes ;  he  is  here  again.  Come,  Louis,  we  must 
pack  up  at  once,  now,  and  get  away  from  here,  or  we  are  prisoners." 

"  The  villain,  the  fiend  escaped  me.  But  I'll  have  them  yet. 
I'll  be  revenged  for  this  night's  work.  Master  Colonel  Garfield, 
severely  revenged.  Every  one  of  them  rascals  shall  die  for  this,  and 
more.  Them  two  are  settled  for  at  any  rate,"  said  Louis,  panting 
for  brealh,  and  turning  towards  the  two  dead  soldiers  shot  by 
Garfield.  "  Master,  you  done  your  part  well,  and  J  shall  yet 
redeem  my  bad  shots.  But,  Emily,  you  are  yet  alfve.  Thank 
Heaven,  you  yet  live  for  me!  Come  away  from  here;  let  ua 
escape  from  this  burning  house." 

"  What,  Louis,  what  do  all  dis  mean  ?  Am  de  war  bruk  out 
on  us  poor  negroes  ?"        , 


84  THE  BEBBL  FIEND. 

"  Dear  wife,  the  traitors  are  on  us,  certain.  We  must  haste 
away  ere  they  are  back  to  carry  us  farther  south  and  sell  us  into 
perpetual  slavery,  or  murder  us  on  the  spot ;  either  of  which  they 
intend  doing.  Come."  Again  by  the  light  of  the  fire  the  Fiend 
appeared  to  view  near  them. 

"  Master  Garfield,  please  take  charge  of  Emily  until  I  settle 
with  the  fiend  who  has  caused  all  this,"  said  Louis ;  and  hastily 
dashing  after  the  secession  scout,  with  his  broken  gun,  exclaimed : 
"  Now  for  revenge !  I'll  kill  the  fiend  for  this  outrage.  Save 
Emily,  master  I  Revenge  for  my  own  and  my  master's  wrongs !" 
and,  despite  of  Garfield's  advice  for  him  to  think  now  only  of 
escaping,  he  was  soon  in  close  conflict  with  the  rebel  fiend,  who 
rushed  to  meet  him,  and  savagely  cut  and  thrust  at  him  with  his 
long  knife.  But  one  fortunate  blow  from  the  old  gim  barrel 
knocked  it  from  his  bloody  grasp  to  the  ground  with  a  dull  sound; 
and  Louis  was  about  to  close  with  and  throttle  him,  as  he  was 
seized  suddenly  from  behind  by  Captain  Joslyn,  who,  assisted  by 
two  soldiens,  secured  poor  Louis's  artos  with  a  large  rope,  making 
him  most  effectually  their  prisoner.  The  fiend,  chuckling,  re- 
gained his  dagger  from  where  it  had  fallen;  and,  as  if  satisfied 
with  the  turn  of  affairs,  without  attempting  any  more  violence  on 
the  avenging  Louis,  pointed  his  dagger  disdainfully  at  the  help- 
less prisoner,  and,  flourishing  his  fire  torch  above  his  head,  to 
Joslyn  exclaimed,  "  Sir,  if  always  you  would  thus  successful  be, 
never  fail  first  to  take  counsel  with  me.  But  still  more  to  scatter, 
burn  and  slay,  thus  I  haste  and  flourish  on  my  conquering  way." 
Flourishing  his  torch  and  dagger,  he  dashed  away  through  the 
forest ;  and  soon  Lieutenant  Byrnes,  with  the  assistance  of  Joslyn 
and  his  scouts,  succeeded,  after  some  resistance,  in  capturing 
Emily  Nelson  and  Colonel  Garfield;  and,  together  with  Louis, 
they  were  urged  forward  into  the  traitor's  encampment,  now  not 
very  distant  from  them. 

"  Come  on  this  way !"  Joslyn  commanded,  urging  Louis  on 
faster.  "  Caught  at  last  ye  are,  another  Tartar  caught,  ye  hand- 
some contraband ;  come  on  this  way,  this  way."  And  thus  they 
were  jeered  insulted,  and  urged  onward  towards  the  rebel  encamp- 
ment. 


Scene  Sixth. — More  prisoners — boldness  of  the  union  scout— 

LOUIS   AND  HIS  ENEMY. 

Early  next  morning  they  were  ushered  into  the  presence  of 
Generj^l  Buckner,  that  he  might  elicit  in  person  all  the  informa- 
tion from  them  they  could  or*  were  willing  to  give  about  the 
movements  of  the  Union  forces,  which  he  knew  were  gathering  at 


THE   REBEL   FIEND.  •  35 

lengtli  ill  large  numbers,  and  preparing  quietly  to  meet  him  in 
battle. 

"  Good  morn^pg,  Captain!"  said  he,  quite  pleasantly,  in  answer 
to  the  latter's  salutation.     "  You  have  more  prisoners,  I  hear." 

"  Yes,  General,  two  or  three  more  here,"  said  Joslyn,  touching 
his  cap,  and  again  saluting  his  commander. 

"Bring  them  in." 

"  Aye,  aye,  sir," -said  Joslyn,  bowing-*-retired  to  bring  them  to 
a  hearing. 

"  Ah,  Lieutenant !  what  news  this  morning  ?  Any  signs  of  a 
further  advance  from  the  enemy.     What,  wounded  !" 

This  was  spoken  to  Lieutenant  Byrnes,  who  entered  just  as  his 
Capfain  retired.  , 

"  There  are  evidences  of  great  preparation,  General,"  Byrnes 
answered,  bowing,  "  but^  I  think,  of  no  immediate  advance  from 
the  foe.  We  have  a  few  prisoners  without.  This,"  said  he, 
referring  to  his  wounded  arm,  which  he  carried  in  a  sling  c^ 
linen,  "  is  but  a  slight  hurt,  received  last  night  in  a  skirmish  with. 
the  enemy's  pickets." 

"Liar!"  exclaimed  Louis,  as  he  entered  just  in  time  to  hear  the 
falsehood.  And,  writhing  in  his  bonds  (his  arms  were  tightly  tied 
behind  him)  he  stamped  on  the  floor  and  revengefully  continued  ; 
"  'Twas  I  that  hurt  you  for  your  insults  to  my  wife,  and  for  firing 
my  honfe ;  and,  could  I  free  myself  from  these  bonds,  I'd  finish  ye 
on  the  spot,  ye  lying  scoundrel." 

"  Silence,  sir,  what  do  you  mean  by  such  language  in  my  pre- 
sence?" exclaimed  Buckner;  and  the  soldiers  attempted  to  hold 
the  prisoner  still. 

"  Be  quiet,  or  it  will  go  hard  with  you,"  said  Joslyn. 

"  Quiet,  eh !  ye  cowardly  poltroons,  I'd  soon  quiet  all  such  as 
you  if  you'd  take  these  fixins  from  my  hands!" 

"  Silence,  I  say !"  exclaimed  Joslyn,  menacing  him  with  his 
sword.     "  The  General  would  speak  with  you." 

"  Who  are  you,  what  are  you,  a^d  what  is  your  name  ?"  ques- 
tioned Buckner. 

"  I  am,  Sir  General,  a  free  man." 

'  Most  effectually  bound,"  said  Joslyn,  in  an  under  tone,  pro- 
Tokingly. 

"  My  name  is  Louis  Nelson,"  continued  Louis.  "  This  is  Emily, 
my  wife,  also  free,  whom  that  dog  there  insulted.  And  this  is  my 
friend,  Colonel  Garfield,  who  once  my  master  was." 

"Louis,  on  condition  that  we  unbind  and  give  you  limited  free- 
dom, you  will  renounce  opposition  to  our  cause  and  take  the  oath 
l)f  allegiance  to  the  Confederate  States  of  America, — will  you  ?" 
said  Buckner,  trying  to  soften  the  injured  feelings  of  Louis,  the 
better  to  draw  from  him  what  information  he  wanted. 

"General  Bucklaer,  never  I  When  my  master  set  me  free  -I 
vowed  in  my  heart  of  hearts  to  live  only  for  the  Union,  and  when 


S6  THE   REBEL  FIEND. 

I  lose  my  loyalty,  may  my  life  cease  to  flow.  To  the  American 
Union,  the  Government  and  the  Laws  I  shall  prove  true.  For.  the 
Union  I'll  die,"  Louis  answered  him  nobly,  emphaticaMy."         * 

"  Take  him  away.  We'll  give  him  his  choice  suddenly  for  the 
Union  to  die,"  Buckner  commanded  sternly.  "And  now,  sir," 
continued  he  to  Colonel  Garfield.  "What  have  you  to  say?  what 
m  your  name  ?" 

"  You  should  have  known  me,  General  Buckner,"  Garfield  coolly 
replied. 

"Ahem! — Why  so,  sir?  Be  not  quite  so  presumptuous.  It 
may  prove  worse  for  you.     Who  are  you  ?"  ' 

"  My  name  is  Lemuel  Garfield,  Colonel  in  the  Federal  or  Union 
service.  Loyal  and  sworn  to  support  the  Government  and  the 
Laws.  Strange  you'  do  not  know  your  nephew,  General,  your 
sister's  child." 

Cut  to  the  quick  by  the  sudden  revelation,  Buckner  blustered, 
'*  Take  him  away,  confine  him  closely — and  now,  my  little  wench," 
he  continued,  turning  to  the  timid,  trembling  Emily,  as  the  soldiers 
thrust  Garfield  away  and  into  close  confinement.  "  What  shall  we 
get  from  you — information  or  impudence  ?  What  are  you  called, 
and  what  do  you  know?'' 

"  Oh !  massa  Gineral  Buckaneer,  don't ;  please  don't  hurt  my 
Louis  nor  my  good  massa  Garfield,"  plead  Emily  earnestly.  "  Him 
berry  kind  and  good  to  me  and  my  Louis.  He  sot  us  free  and  said 
we  should  'tramp,'  scape  fur  ourselves,  an  we  didn't.  O  massa 
Gineral  Buckaneer,  he  am  berry  kind  like." 

"  Are  you  his  wife  ?  or  who  are  you  ?     What  is  your  name  ?" 

"  I'se  de  wife  ob  my  husband,  sir.  Massa  sot  us  free  and  told  U3 
to  out  and  run,  and  now  you've  cotched  us, — wish  we  had." 

"Well,  well!  You've  told  us  all  about  that.  What 'is  your 
name,  and  what  do  you  know  ?"  pursued  Buckner  impatiently. 

"  Emily,  sir !     Emily  Nelson, — same  as  my  husband's,  sir." 

"  Are  there  many  soldiers, — Yankees  and  Hessians,  down  where 
you  come  from,  and  what  were  they  doing?"  he  continued  to 
question. 

"Dun  no,  Massa  Gineral.  De  ony  sogers  I  sede  war  dem  dat 
brung  us  here.  O  massa,  let  massa  and  Louis  go,  and  we'll  neber 
come  back  any  more." 

"  Take  her  away. — Yelj  stay,  Emily.  Can  you  cook  ?"  said  he, 
^calling  her  back.       ^ 

"  Oh  yes  massa,  cboJc  berry  nice." 

"Captain,  set  her  to  work. — Captain  Joslyn,  guard  well  your 
prisoners.  Let  me  hear  of  no  escapes.  And  now.  Lieutenant 
Byrnes,  let  us  go  within ;  I  have  some  further  commands  for  you." 

They  entered  an  inner  room  to  quietly  plan  other  deeds  of  out- 
rage, oppression  and  blood,  on  all  they  should  find  in  the  least 
feroring  the  cause  of  the  American  Union. 


THS   REBEL   FIEND.  ^T 


Scene  ikvenih. — Feeedom's  forest — his   dream — brownlow's 

APOSTROPHE — FREEDOM   AND   THE   FIEND. 

Low  down  in  a  beautiful  valley,  shaded  by  great  trefes,  and  sweet- 
odored  shrubbery,  surrounded  by  large  mountains  on  every  side; 
the  sides  and  summits  of  which  were  covered  also  with  trees  and 
vines  and  flowers  that  had  grown  here,  flourished,  changed,  decayed, 
and  passed  away  and  reappeared  again  in  season,  from  time  imme- 
morial, undisturbed  by  the  rude  tread  of  men.  Xt  was  a  place 
wild  and  romantic  in  its  primal  beauty.  It  was  herfe,  in  such  a 
place  as  this,  so  fraught  with  natural  voices  of  sweet  thoughts,  and 
sacred  solitude,  I  first  found  Freedom  crowned  with  chaplets  as  a 
god,  or  the  laurelled  wreath  of  conquest  and  victory.  Reclining 
on  a  mossy  mound  and  murmuring,  as  if  to  induce  reflection  or 
repose,  he  softly  sung,  "  My  country,  His  of  thee,  Sweet  land  of  liberty ^ 
of  thee  I  sing — Land  of  the  Pilgrims^  pride;  home  where  our  fathers 
died — From  every  mountain'' s  side,  Let  freedom  ring.^^ — Then,  as  if  io. 
dreamy  vision,  he  softly  murmured,  "'Tis  sweet  to  linger  here, 
among  the  flitting  birds -and  leaping  squirrels,  wandering  brooks, 
and  winds  that  shake  the  leaves,  and  scatter  as  they  pass,  a  fra- 
grance from  the  cedars,  thickly  set  with  pale  blue  berries.  la 
these  peaceful  shades — peaceful,  unpruned,  immeasurably  bid — 
my  thoughts  go  up  the  long  dim  path  of  years,  back  to  the 
earliest  days  of  liberty."  And  then  as  Freedom  seemed  to  repose 
soothingly.  Parson  Brownlow  entered  reflectively  the  woody  scene, 
and  in  the  language  of  Dryden,  apostrophised, — '•'  O  Freedom,  thou 
art  not,  as  poets  dream,  a  fair  young  girl,  with  light  and  delicate 
limbs  and  wavy  tresses, — a  bearded  man,  armed  to  the  teeth  art 
thou?  One  mailed  hand  grasps  the  broad  shield,  and  one  the 
sword.  Thy  brow,  glorious  in  beauty  though  it  be,  is  scarred  with 
tokens  of  old  wars*  thy  massive  limbs  are  strong  and  struggling. 
Power  at  thee  has  launched  his  bolts,  and  with  his  lightnings 
smitten  thee.r— Oh  not  yet  mayest  thou  unbrace  thy  corslet  or  lay 
by  thy  sword;  nor  yet,  O  Freedom,  close  thy  eyes  in  slumber. 
For  thine  enemy  never  sleeps;  he  shall  send  quaint  maskers,  forma 
of  fair  and  gallant  mien,  to  catch  thy  gaze  and  uttering  graceful 
words  to  charm  thy  ear^  while  his  sly  imps,  by  stealth,  twine  round 
thee  threads  of  steel  that  grow  to  fetters ;  or  bind  thee  down  with 
chains,  concealed  in  chaplets.  Oh,  Freedom  ! — awake,  gird  on  thy 
sword,  and  defend  the  refuge  of  thy  latest  home,  America.  Forget 
not  forever,  '  eternal  vigilance  is  the  price  of  liberty.' " 

"Oh,  oh,  yes  massa  Brown, — high  massa  Brownlow;  Gineral 
Price  am  cummin'  wid  his  whole  army,  ©b  what  yer  call  em  de 
rag  cum  muffins.  He's  cummin',  sah, — will  be  down  on  us  in  » 
minit,  and  kill  and  take  us  all  away. — O  massa,  sabe  me,  sabe  me ; 
Babe  poor  Pomp." 

Pomp  was  negro  servant  to  Brownlow,  and  black  as  ebony. 


38  THE   BEBEL  FIEND. 

He  came  running  upon  his  master's  solitude  thus  in  the  greatest 
excitement ;  terribly  frightened  with  the  news  he  was  delivering. 

"  Why,  Pomp ;  in  the  name  of  the  law  what  do  you  mean  by  all 
this  hubbub  ?"  his  master  inquired  calmly  as  he  could,  under,  the 
provoking  circumstances. 

"Hug-bug! — I  means,  I  means,"  stammered  he,  panting  for 
breath,  with  his  long  run,  "dat  Gineral  Price;  de  man  ye  was 
talking  'bout  de  wigilence  Price;  Price  ob  Liberty, — Liberty  creek, 
I  spec,  down  dar  in  Missoi;iri  I  ^^  no\^fast  cummin'  to  catch  us 
all  alibe,  an  kill  us  and  burn  us  wid  fire.— O  massa,  sabe  me! 
sabe  me." 

"  Pomp,  in  the  name  of  the  law  do  you  mean  to  say  that  the 
rascally  rebel  Price. is  approaching,  in  force?" 

"  No,  no,  massa !  He  am  not  cumrain'  in  de  name  ob  de  law 
Dare  am  no  law  here  now.  But  he  am  cummin'  like  de  debil  in 
force, — widout  any  remorse ;  yah,  yah, — to  scatter  and  tar  and  clar 
us  all  away." 

"  But  Pomp,  where  did  you  find  this  precious  bit  of  news  ?" 

"  As  I  was  goin'  to  de  Pos'  Office  wid  de  letters,  I  stop  in  de 
tabern,  an  a  man  on  a  horse,  a  horseman,  you  know,  rid  down  paa 
de  street,  like  as  ef  de  debil  was  arter  him,  sah,  tind  he  hollered 
out  loud  as  he  could  bawl,  'De  rebels  am  cummin', — Price  am 
cummin'." 

"  Oh  yes,  father ;  they  come,  they  cnme.  Haste  this  way  or 
we  are  all  undone,"  cried  Martha,  rushing  on  the  scene  as  they 
emerged  from  the  woody  glen.  •'  0  fly,  father;  fly,  or  we  shall  be 
feaptured,  by  the  monster.  Price.  Haste  ;  let  us  fly  to  some  place 
of  safety,  until  our  friends,  the  Union  forces,  are  prepared  for 
battle.     0  haste,  haste;  they  co!iie;*they  come." 

"Let  them  come.  They  shall  not  take  us  without  a  fight ;  so 
Pomp,  we  must  fight  and  retreat,  until  we  reach  our  friends," 
and  away  they  dashed  through  the  woods  to  emerge  again  in  an 
opposite  direction,  from  whence  their  foes  were  pursuing  them, 
"Pomp  making  the  forest  resound  with  "Oh!  oh!  de  debils  am 
cummin,"  as  he  run.  Amid  all  the  noise  and  tumult  of  flight, 
Freedom  slept  on,  and  the  Rebel  Fiend  stealthily  approached  where 
he  lay  locked  in  profound  sleep,  and  chuckling,  with  his  fair  side 
towards  him,  softly  muttered,  "Sleep  on,  O  Freedom;  sleep  on,  my 
old  foe.  Soft  be  the  easy  numbers,  on  this  mossy  mound,  of  thy 
gentle  slumbers.  Those  wreaths  of  many  victories  bound  round 
thy  war  scarred  brow,  contrast  strangely  and  shade  "in  fair  relief 
these  later  chaplets  with  which  I  bind  thee  now. — Sleep  on,  for 
me  'tis  not  in  vain,  for  while  ye  sleep  I  reign.'i  With  hard  thorny 
thongs  he  succeeded,  at  length,  to  effectually  bind  and  secure  the 
god  of  freedom  to  the  earth  where  he  lay. 

Ab(^ut  half  a  mile  away,  Colonel  Garfield,  Emily  and  Louis 
Nelson,  having  effected  their  escape  from  prison  by  killing  the 


THE  REBEL   FIEND.  09 

guard,  —  dashed  into  tlie  woods  together;  also  flying,  in  the 
same  direction  as  Parson  and  Martha  Brownlow,  from  the  rebel 
foe. 

"  This  way,  master,  this  way !"  cried  Louis,  as  he  plunged  into 
the  dense  forest,  his?'clothing  torn  almost  from  his  body  in  his 
desperate  struggle  with  Captain  Joslyn.  Catching  his  flying  wife 
in  his  arms,  he  continued :  "  Haste,  haste,  Emily,  or  they  will  be  oti 
us  presently !  though  that  white-livered,  rascally  captain,  I  think 
will  not  be  able  to  follow  very  closely,  with  that  slug  in  his  thigh. 
Ah,  he  falls !  But  the  rest  pass  him  by.  They  follow  us.  Haste> 
Emily;  for  God's  sake,  come,  haste  away!"  As  they  plunged 
through  a  dense  thicket  a  volley  of  rifle  balls  whistled  through 
after  them. 

In  the  mean  time  the  Fiend,  having  been  scouting  through  the 
forest,  again  rushed,  flourishing  his  torch  and  great  knife,  on 
Freedom,  as  he  still  lay,  just  arousing  himself  from  his  deep  sleep. 
Leaping  up,  he  fiercely  drew  his  sword,  and  stood  prepared  to  meet 
the  Fiend,  not  a  little  to  the  surprise  of  the  latter. 

"  Off!  back,  thou  wily  fiend  of  evil  1"  spake  Freedom,  loudly, 
which  re-echoed  on  his  assailant's  ears  with  a  stunning  sound. 
"  May  I  not  rest  awhile  from  the  tumult  of  battle  without  exciting 
thy  envy,  thou  wretch  and  foe  of  man !" 

"  Ha,  ha,  ha,  I  have  thee  now !  Down,  Freedom,  down  I"  the 
Fiend  cried  grufily,  savagely,  and  rushed  on  Freedom  to  strike. 
But  the  latter,  throwing  up  his  sword  point,  parried  the  blow 
intended  for  his  heart,  and  defiantly  exclaimed :  "  Twin  born  with 
man,  I  am  his  earliest,  latest  friend.  Tyranny  has  oft  dug  deep 
for  me  his  dungeons.  Merciless  power,  by  a  thousand  fires,  has 
forged,  for  me  his  chains,  and  has  smitten  me  with  his  scourge 
and  lightning  bolts.  But  Tyranny  can  never  quench  the  life 
which  Freedom  draws  from  heaven.  For,  while  he  deems  me 
bound,  behol(J  "his  links  are  shivered,  and  the  prison  walls  fall 
outward ;  and,  as  springs  the  flame  above  the  burning  pile,  I  leap 
forth,  armed  to  the  teeth,  and  the  pale  oppressor  flies." 

"  Never !"  cried  the  Fiend,  rushing  again  to  the  fearful  encoun- 
ter. "  To  be  weak  is  miserable.  Co-existent  with  Lucifer,  son 
of  the  morning,,  I  am,  and  therefore  dare  co^jtend  with  thee. 
Born  of  power,  I  have  ever  been  the  foe  of  man,  and  shall  be  to 
the  last.  My  motto  rule  or  ruin  is." 
.  "  Then  ruin  be  your  end,  as  it  is  your  aim,  and  disturb  no  more 
my  peaceful  reign." 

The  Fiend  now,  unsheathing  a  l&rge  sword,  exclaimed  furiously : 
"  I  take  you  at  your  word ;  I  rule  by  fire  and  sword.  Freedom 
shall-never  reign  except  I  first  be  slain." 

"  Then  slain  you  shall  be,  should  my  blade  not  fail  me," 
Freedom  answered  bravely,  and  they  rushed  together  in  the 
shock  of  battle,  while  the  forest  resounded  with  the  roar  and 


40  THE   REBBL  FIEND. 

Tattle  of  rebel  cannon  and  musketry.  And  again  Brownlow, 
Colonel  Garfield,  Louis  and  Pomp  appeared  on  the  scene,  loading 
and  firing  their  weapons,  in  rapid  reply  to  the  random  aim  of 
their  foes — Pomp,  jumping  about  like  one  possessed,  crying: 
'*  Dat's  it,  Massa  Brownlow  1'  Do  'em  brown ;  shoot  'em  down,  and 
gib  de  debils  hell.  Pour  it  into  'em ;  gib  de  debils  h — ;  more 
dan  dey  want  to  take  away  wid  'em :"  while  the  Fiend,  having 
lost  his  sword,  knocked  from  his  grasp  by  a  powerful  blow  from 
ills  foe,  staggers  off,  reels  and  runs  away.  Freedom,  attemping  to 
pursue  him  to  the  death,  stumbles  and  falls,  and  finds,  to  his  great 
chagrin,  that  he  is  yet  tied  to  the  earth. 

■  "  This  seems  enchanted  ground  I"  he  ejaculates — with  hellish 
schemes  enchanted — secession  traps  and  snares."  Soon  the  flaming 
evidence  of  a  revenge  worthy  of  the  Fiend  flashes  up  all  around 
the  place.  The  forest,  the  bridges  that  cross  the  numerous 
streams  here,  the  tenement  houses,  the  fences — in  short  every 
thing  that  will  burn,  even  the  crops  in  the  earth — are  all  on  fire, 
blazing  by  the  torch  of  the  "  Kebel  Fiend,  the  Scout  of  Secessia," 
presenting  a  terrible  tableau  —  with  patriots  of  freedom  flying 
firom  their  treacherous  foes  in  the  darkened,  smoking  background — 
a  single  emblem  of  liberty,  the  stars  and  stripes,  yet  appetiring 
away  in  the  distance,  sadly  drooping  down  the  flag  staff,  "  amid 
Jire  and  smohe,  the  cannon's  roar  and  sahre^s  siroJce."  0,  those  were 
soul  sickening  days  of  despair  to  the  patriot  heart,  when  the  once 
loyal  State  of  Tennessee  was  overrun  with  traitors  to  the  govern- 
ment and  the  laws,  the  rebel  fiends  of  "  Secessia  1" 

"  Colonel,  they  are  too  many  for  us  here,"  the  lion-hearted 
Brownlow  was  compelled  at  length  to  admit,  addressing  himself 
to  Colonel  Garfield,  as  they  together  emerged  again  from  the 
"burning  forest,  some  distance  from  their  pursuers.  "  We  there- 
fore better  make  our  way,  swift  as  we  can,  towards  the  border, 
where  our  friends  are  more  numerous,  and  preparing,  though 
slowly,  yet  surely,  to  crush  out  this  most  wicked  rebellion  at  once. 
With  the  Union  army  we  can  return,  and  do  greater  execution 
than  alone." 

"  As  you  say.  Parson,"  said  Garfield,  "  but  really  I  should  like 
to  scout  round  here  that  I  may  yet  get  an  opportunity  to  teach 
that  swaggering  uncle  of  mine,  General  Buckner  they  call  him, 
the  nice  degree  of  relationship  existing  betwixt  us ;  since  he  has 
east  his  lot  with  conspirators  and  traitors,  I  should  like  to  teach 
him,  Parson,  how  far  less  to  me  than  a  stranger  is  even  tiie  kin  of 
brother,  that  despises  and  dishonors  the  banner  of  the  free.  The 
man,  or  the  resemblance  of  a  man,  who  insults  that  flag,  dishonors 
me:  he  is  no  relative  of  mine.  To  such  an  one  my  duty  is  death. 
Ho,  Louis  I  where  have  you  been  ?" 

"  The  devils,  they  fired  my  home  and  attempted  to  murder  me. 
I've  fired  theirs.     I'll  give  them  blow  for  blow,  the  skulking^ 


THE  BEBEL  FIEND.  41 

8ne«£kiag  miscreants!"  cried  Louis,  hoarsely;  and,  striking  his 
torph  against  a  tree,  panted  a  moment  for  breath.  He  had  com- 
mitted another  deed  of  vengeance,  and  then  fled  a  long  distance. 
'*  Yes,  golly,  massa,  yer  ought  fur  to  seen  de  way  we  burnt  'em- 
We  set  dar  ole  Hog  House  on  fire.  Phew,  golly,  how  it  did  burn 
do;  yer  ought  fur  to  seede  it.  But  I  would  like  to  got  some  ob  de 
meat,  do,"  grinned  Pomp. 

"  What  1  have  you  fired  the  Pork  Factory  ?" 

"  He,  he  1  yah,  yah !  golly,  massa,  yes !  De  Hog  Factory  am 
burnin  -like  blazes  to  kill.  Golly,  dey  hab  plenty  ob  roast  pig 
now,  massa." 

"  Yes ;  and  the  wind  is  fair  to-night  for  it  to  sweep  into  ruins 
half  of  Nashville.  The  fiends  of  furies  direct  it  to  the  capitol, 
and  by  fire  purify  the  place  from  its  corruption  and  oppression 
most  foul  1"  said  Louis,  flourishing  his  flaming  torch  on  high. 

"Fearful  retribution  I  how  soon  follpwing  their  crimes  their 
'punishment  begins!"  reflected  Brownlow,  looking  towards  the 
city  as  the  flames  burst  forth  furiously. 

"  Ay,  Parson,  'tis  glorious  that  we  can  thus  return  them  double 
for  all  they  have  inflicted  on  us,"  said  Garfield. 

"  But  we  lose  time  here,  and  may  lose  our  lives ;  come,  let  us 
Away :  Heaven  be  merciful  to  our  foes !"  continued  Brownlow. 

"The  Fates  punish  them  fully  and  well  for  all  they  have  done!" 
replied  Garfield. 

"  Ay,  let  the  very  stars  in  their  courses  fight  against  them,  and 
all\the  furies  unite  to  torture  them  to  the  full !"  said  Louis. 

"  Yah,  yah !  amen  to  dat !  roast  dare  hog,  dare  pork  well  far 
dem !  de  fires  gib  dem  roast,  burnt  pig  till  dey  am  sick  ob  pig 
and  secession !"  Pomp  grinned. 

"  Hark !     They  are  approaching  this  way  in  force." 

"  Ay,  they  come,  they  come !  we  must  away,  away  to  the  bor- 
ders !"  Brownlow  urged,  and  away  they  sped,  fleet  as  their  feet' 
would  bear  them. 

The  Rebel  Fiend,  recovering  himself  and  sword,  again  attacked 
Freedom  before  he  could  get  from  the  forest.  Rushing  on  him 
he  yelled,  "  Now,  by  the  flashing  light  of  this  flame,  shall  Free- 
dom be  slain  1" 

"Rather  by  its  light  my  life  I  regain.  And  my  good  trusty 
sword,  for  your  deeds  I  shall  give  you  your  reward,"  cried  Free- 
dom, defiaijitly,  as  they  rushed  together— their  swords  ringing 
together  with  a  clashing,  clanging  sound. 

"  No  man  of  woman  born  can  measure  swords  with  the  Son  of 
the  Morn,"  echoed  the  Fiend. 

"Freedom  is  not  of  yroman  born.  Before  man  was  I  am. 
Blest  Nature  in  her  purity  first  gave  me  birth.  Before  the 
mountains  were  settled,  before  the  hills  was  I  brought  forth; 
when  he  prepared  the  heavens  I  was  there ;  when  he  set  a  com- 


THE  REBEL   FIEND.  43 

pass  on  the  face  of  the  deep ;  when  he  gave  to  the  sea  his  decree ; 
when  he  appointed  the  foundations  of  the  earth,  then  I  was  by 
him  as  one  brought  up  with  him,  and  my  delights  were  with  the 
sons  of  men.  '  While  yet  our  race  were  few  I  sat  with  him  to 
attend  the  quiet  jBock,  and  watch  the  stars,  and  teach  the  reed  to 
titter  simple  airs ;  and  by  his  side,  amid  the  tangled  wo^,  did 
war  upon  the  panther '  and  the  wolf,  then  his  only  foes.^  But 
again  the  spirit  of  the  past  is  on  me,  and  I  strike  to  give  liberty' 
to  the  captive  and  full  freedom  to  those  that  are  bound,"  Freedom 
^  exclaimed,  again  attacking  the  scout  with  renewed  and  terrible 
vigor. 

"  Your  boyish  rule  I  dispute,  hand  to  hand  and  foot  to  foot," 
the  Fiend  chimed.  .      '  '' 

"  Thus  do  I  break  the  power  of  the  Fiend.  When  we  contend 
again  it  shall  be  to  the  death.  For  the  day  of  vengeance  is  in  my 
heart,  and  the  year  of  my  release  has  come,"  Freedom  e?:claimed, 
knocking  the  weapon  from  the  Fiend's  grasp,  while,  as  he  fled 
from  the  forest  howling  with  pain,  Freedom  leaned  contentedly 
on  his  sword,  watching  his  course  over  the  plain. 


Scene  Eighth. — Treachery — the  spring  poisoner — the  scout 

ABOUT — FREEDOM   AND   THE   PICKET. 

In  the  edge  of  the  forest,  near  the  Union  encampment,  not  far 
from  Spring  Mills,  .on  a  hazy  moonlight  evening,  a  scout  may 
haveJ^een  seen  darting  and  dodging  about — starting  forward  into 
the  sombre  light,  levelling  his  musket,  and,  without  firing,  again 
recede  into  the  shadow  of  the  trees.  It  was  Louis  Nelson,  who, 
still  keeping  his  eyes  on  some  object  resembling  a  large  hog, 
approaching  slowly  ^nd  h^ering  round  a  large  spring  of  water, 
which  supplied  that  wing  of  the  Union  camp.  Louis,  the  scout, 
muttered,  "  I  think  I  know  that  porker — have  met  him  before" — 
and  again  levelling  his  gun  at  the  object,  he  mutters :  "  He's  the 
monster  that  I  shot  in  the  hand,  and  paused  me  to  wound  my 
Emily.  Still  I  will  not  take  his  life  in  this  way ;  I'll  give  him  a 
chance."  And  his  gun  dropped  to  the  scout's  side  again.  "  But 
I'll  take  him,  though;  ay,  that  I  will — alive  too.  The  wretch, 
he  wants  to  poison  that  spring,  and  so  this  brave  Union  army 
here,  the  rascally  wretch."  ♦ 

It  Was  so.  Lieutenant  Byrnes,  disguised  in  a  large  hog  skin, 
and  gradually  approaching  the  spring  on  all  fours,  was  just  in  the 
act  ojt. throwing  a  large  quantity  of  poison  into  the  water  as  Louis 
sprang  on  him  with  a  yell  of  vengeance.  The  traitor,  suddenly 
rising  on  his  feet,  nearly  succeeded  in  throwing  the  scout  to  tlw 
ground,  and  grappling  him  by  the  throat. 


44  THE  REBEL   PIKinX 

The  picket,  who  sleepily  walked  to  and  frc  near  the  spring 
deceived  by  the  appearance  of  the  "  hog,"  now  laWy  aroused  and 
alarmed,  discharged  his  piece,  but  without  effect,  further  than 
foolishly  to  arouse  that  portion  of  the  camp. 

"-Ha,  ha,  ha,  my  fine  porker!  caught  at  last,  and  alive!  tried 
to  escape,  did  ye!  but  I  have  you  now,  my  pretty  pig!"  ex- 
claimed the  scout  provokingly.  "  Tried  to  throw  me,  too,  did  ye ! 
Yer  my  prisoner;  and  I  thought  I  w<5uld  just  ride  ye  into  camp 
is  the  reasoti  why  I  jumped  astride  of  yer  back  as  ye  was  iown 
on  all  fours.  Here,  ye  stupid  picket,  if  I  was  not  a  better  shot 
than  that  you  just  fired,  I'd  never  look  at  a  gun  again  ;  and  we 
should  have  lost  this  precious  pig,  and  you  would  have  gained  a 
luxury  from  this  spring  to-morrow  in  the  dessert  of  arsenic,  which 
would  have  released  you  from  picket  duty  here,  but  to  shoulder 
your  musket  'against  a  sea  of  troubles,'  perhaps,  in  that '  country 
from  whose  bourne,'  as  the  bard  has  it,  '  no  traveller  returns.' 
Come,  wake  up,  and  help  get  this  porker  into  camp ;  I  want  to 
show  him  up  to  the  general  commanding." 

"You  cannot  pass,  sir,  without  the  countersign,"  said  the 
picket,  presenting  his  musket  at  ihe  scout. 

"  Ha,  ha,  ha !  well,  well !  here's  a  nice  mess !  got  an  important 
prisoner,  a  traitor  Lieutenant,-  and  we  cannot  pass  the  guard,  eh  ?" 
laughed  Louis. 

"  Call  that  pig  a  prisoner  ?"  grinned  the  picket. 

"Well,  I  do — really  a  valuable  porker — caught  in  the  death- 
deserving  act  of  poisoning  the  water  of  the  camp.  It  iS  only  pro- 
tracting his  misery  that  I  did  not  shoot  him  on  the  spot.  Prisoner, 
show,  not  your  hand,  but  your  face,  to  the  picket,  then,  perhaps, 
he  will  let  us  pass!"  Louis  commanded  him,  facetiously.  The 
trembling  traitor  reluctantly  obeyed  the  command;  and,  raising 
the  hog  face,  exposed  his  own.  But  the  picture  he  thus  presented 
to  the  picket  so  affrighted  him  that  he  exclaimed — giving  Louis 
the  countersign  himself — "''Lexington.^  For  God's  sake,  scout, 
haste,  take  him  away."  And,  being  relieved  by  another  taking 
his  post,  he  followed  the  scout  and  his  prisoner  into  camp.  The 
new  picket  had  paced  &is  post  but  a  few  times  when  he  was  con- 
fronted by  Freedom,  emerging  from  the  forest,  and  who,, as  he 
attempted  to  cross  the  lines,  cried: 

"  Back,  sir,  back  1     You  cannot  'pass !" 

"What,  do  you  not  know  me?    Will  you  not  allow  Freedom  to 

"  None  can  pass  sir,  without  the  countersign." 

"Not  even  Freedom?" 

"My  orders  are  imperative,  sir;  to  let  none«pass." 

"You  do  not  know  me  then, — you  are  young,  perhaps;  yet  you 
should  know  well  an  old  warrior,  like  me, — grown  old  in  battle ;  and 
bearing  about  me,  the  deepest  scars  of  many  a  conflict  in  Liberty's 
cause.      Then  my  acquaintances, — my  companions  in  arms  are 


THE   REBEL   FIEND.  40 

numerous.  My  references, — my  ancestry  are  good.  But  not  to 
prove  tedious  and  antiquated  in  recounting ;  Louis  Kossuth  fought 
for  me,  a  few  years  since,  in  poor,  struggling  Hungary,  and  later 
still,  the  noble  Garibaldi— Italy's  great  liberator — has  done  me  good 
service ;— also  the  veteran  General  Winfield  Scott,  has  fought  for 
me  faithfully  and  long.  In  sooth,  I  am  not  too  vain  to  say,  that 
with  his  noble  battle  scars  crowning  his  brow  and  his  ripe  declining 
years  with  victorious  wreaths,  there  is  a  remarkable  resemblance 
betwixt  us.  Then  there  is  the  youthful,  noble-souled  General 
McClellan,  has  given  his  life  to  my  service.  But  I  cannot  stay 
to  enumerate, — time  would  fail  me  to  number  the  noble  army  of 
martyrs,  who  have  fought  for  me. — General  George  Washington 
and  I  fought  side  by  side,  for  many  years;  during  the  early  days 
of  the  American  republic.  But  later  still,  General  Fremont,  and 
many  others  know  me  well.— Young  soldier  let  m6  pass." 

"  Sir  warrior,  I  respect  you  for  the  dangers  through  which  you 
have  passed ;  the  conquests  you  have  won, — but  you  must  not 
pass,"  said  the  picket,  presenting  his  musket.  > 

"  And  why  not,  sir  comrade,"  said  Colonel  Garfield,  coming  up 
to  where  they  stood.  '^  " 

"  He  does  not  give  the  word,  sir,"  the  picket  replied. 

"  Oh,  I  guess  he  is  only  tyying  you,  young  soldier.  He  certainly 
has  our  countersign,"  continued  Garfield,  conversing  with  Freedom, 

"Young  soldier,"  said  the  latter,  "I  fought  at  'Lexington.' " 

"  All  right,"  said  the  picket. 

"  Ha,  ha,  ha  I  I  knew  he  was  all  right,"  laughed  Garfield,  taking 
Freedom  by  the  arm  and  crossing  the  lines  on  their  way.  "  Free- 
dom and  I  are  fast  friends.     I  know  him  well,  young  soldier." 

As  they  neared  the  head-quarters  of  the  General,  Martha  Brown- 
low  and  Emily  Nelson  stepped  nobly  from  a  tent,  bearing  a  beautiful 
silk  flag,  and  welcomed  Freedom  and  Colonel  General  Garfield,  it 
is  now,  by  charmingly  singing  "jTAe  Star-Spangled  Banner J^ 

Scene  Ninth.  —  The   contraband's   carnival — fall  of   fort 

DONALDSON  —  TRIUMPH  OF  FREEDOM  —  DEATH  OF  THE  REBEL 
FIEND  —  BROWNLOW'S  HAPPY  RET^JRN  HOME — JOY  —  CONCLU- 
SION— "OUR  FLAG   STILL   THERE." 

Just  back  of  the  Union  camp,  at  the  slave-quarters,  Pomp,  sur- 

' rounded  by  a  large  number  of  contrabands, — men,  women  and 

children  ;  was,  one  fine  sunny  day,  cutting  up  all  sorts  of  antics, — 

laughing,  singing,  and  enjoying  himself  as  best  he  could,  in  his 

osTn  inimitable  style. 

"  Ha,  ha,  yah,  yah !"  he  laughed.  "  Lilly,  I'se  so  glad  yer  cum. — I 
dun  no  what  to  do  wid  myself.  De  yur  ob  Jubilee  am  cum,  an  I'se 
so  glad ;  yah,  yah.  De  day  ob  de  pentecost  am  cumrmin' ;  and  I'se 
berry  happy.  I  say  Lilly ;  my  lubly  dear,  Gineral  Fremont  am  a 
great  mountain.     De  great  stone  what  we  read  'bout,  you  know ; 


46  THE  REBBL   FIEND. 

what  smite  de  image  of  treason,  le  great  Juggernaut,  de  big  idol 
ob  de  South,  you  know;  on  de  feet,  and  set  all  de  niggers  free. — 
Ha,  ha,  yah,  yah ;  and  I'se  terry  hazzard  happy  like.  Golly ;  Lilly, 
he  am  de  mountain  ob  freedom:"  Thus  the  happy  black  expressed 
his  joy,  at  his  prospect  of  libert}^  to  Lilly,  his  betrothed  ;  a  jet  black 
contraband,  embellishing  his  odd  speeches  with  various  grimaces 
and  antics,  leaping  and  frisking  about  like  one  possessed. 

"Lilly,  as  we  used  to  sing  down  in  de  meetin',  we  shall  coine  to 
Mount  Zion,  wid  songs  and  wid  laughin',  kase  we  am  free,— yah, 
yah.  Golly,  Lilly ;  guess  Massa  Fremont  am  de  Mount  Zion.  Let 
us  go  see  him,  Lilly.  Massa  Fremont  de  man  what  would  set  all 
de  poor  niggers  free." 

"  O  yes,  Fomp ;  I  should  like  to  see  de  great  Fremont.  Heaven 
bress  massa  Fremont,  and  gib  de  debils  Jessie." 

"No,  no;  Lilly  yer  don't  mean  dat.  What;  gib  Jessie  to  de 
debil.  Why  Lilly,  my  lub;  does  yer  knoAV  dat  Jessie  am  de 
Gineral's  mudder ;  or  no,  I  don't  mean  dat,— I  mean  his  wife  ;  his 
aid-decamp,  you  know.  Why  she  am  de  one  what  plan  all  his 
battles," 

"  Golly,  Pomp ;  I  nebber  knowed  dat. — How  yer  find  it  out  ? 
Whar  did  ye  git  yer  larnin'  from,  Pomp  ?" 

"He,  he;  hi,  hi!  Golly,  Lilly;  ye  make  me  feel  as  I  was 
sumting,  suah,"  grinned  Pomp,  strutting  about,  and  putting  on  the 
most  absurd  air  of  supposed  dignity.  "  An  I  say,  Lilly,  we  will 
be  sumting  sum  consequence,  too ; — kase  dey  am  goin'  to  ederficate 
de  poor  nigger, — Fore  God,  Lilly,  de  brack  man  '  still  libs.''  But 
how  I  know  'bout  Jessie,  I  will  tell  yer,  my  lub  :--yer  see  I  was 
hangin'  round  de  camp,  one  day ;  I  sede  de  Gineral  and  his 
sogers  round  him,  and  in  de  middle,  Jessie ;  his  woman,  yer  know; 
and  I  watch  my  chance,  and  when  she  want  a  bucket  o'  water  I 
jumped  at  de  bucket,  went  to  de  spring,  an  had  de  water  at  her 
feet,  while  der  servant  was  looking  fur  de. bucket.  And  when  I 
cum  dar  I  sede  her  wid  a  big  penin  her  hand,  with  a  great  big 
paper  befor  her,  what  de  white  folks  calls  a  mop  or  map,  I  dun  no 
which ;  anyhow,  I  tuk  it  to  be  a  mop  ob  de  shampane,  or  de  plan 
ob  de  big  battle,  'bout  to  be  fit." 

•'  But  Pomp,  what  did  missus  Jessie  want  wid  so  much  water?" 
Lilly  inquired,  while  Pomp  straightening  himself  up,  honored  by 
the  inquiry,  said,  "  To  bile  more  ivk,  to  plan  annoder  battle — 
annoder  shampane.  And  dat  am  de  lady,  Lilly,  what  yer  said  jus 
now  to  gib  to  de  debil.     Lilly  dat  won't  do, — we  couldn't  do  w^id- 

out  her  yit r" 

"No,  no.  Pomp!  I  didn't  mean  dat— I  only  meant  for  Massa 
Fremont,  to  gib  de  debils — dem  bad  soger  men,  what  cum  from 
Georgy,  Tennessee,  and  udder  places  down  south,  to  fight  us — 
'Jessie,'  dat  is  lick  em  good,  so  dey  won't  cum  back  any  more; 
gib  em  blazes,  you  no ;  an  plenty  wat  dey  calls,  little  more  grapes" 
"  Yah,  yah  1    Dat  am  de  talk,  Lilly, — gib  dem  grapes,  wid  stones 


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in  em  so  tarnation  big  dut  dey  can't  swaller  em  ;  but  choke  dem 
to  defth.  Gib  dem  grapes  dat  shall  fer  eber  be  sower  to  dem. 
But  Lilly,  lub,  let  us  call  on  Massa  Fremont  'bout  it." 

They  danced  and  laughed  away,,  followed  by  tlie  whole  con- 
course of  promiscuous  contrabands.  "Dar,  look  dar ;  annodet 
debil  rebel  gone,"  said  Pomp,  dancing  and  leaping  before  Lilly, 
and  pointing  to  the  body  of  the  traitor  Byrnes,  hanging  from  the 
gibbet. 

"The  wretch  is  executed  at  last,  and  so  on  him  I  am  avenged," 
said  Louis  Nelson  to  Garfield,  as  they  passed  by  together  for 
another  part  of  the  encampment. 

"Yes,"  replied  the  latter,  "and  the  commonwealth  is  relieved 
of  a  very  useless  member,  and  the  country  at  large,  rid  of  one 
villain — one  traitor  more.  So  should  all  traitors  die.  l^it  Louis, 
let  us  to  horse;  the  rebels  are  advancing  on  us  in  force.  To  horse, 
to  horse ;  and  charge  on  them  for  your  home. — For  your  country 
charge, — the  Government  and  the  Laws." 

"Aye,  aye,  Colonel!  Lead  on, — we  strike  now  for  the  Union 
and  Liberty's  cause." 

And  away  they  rode,  leading  the  advancing  columns  of  the  Union 
forces  at  Spring  Mills,  directing  their  course  through  the  thickest 
of  the  fray,  amid  the  roar  of  the  cannon,  the  incessant  rattle  of 
musketry,  the  flashing  of  sabres,  and  the  clang  of  arms  generally. 
Louis,  dashing  on  recklessly  through  the  incessant  storm  of  leaden 
hail,  that  rattled  in  death-dealing  showers  around  them  on  every 
side,  as  his  noble  charger  fell  under  him,  pierced  by  a  dozen  bullets, 
he  drew  his  sword  to  guard,  just  in  time  to  save  his  life  from  a 
desperate  plunging  blow  from  the  Kebel  Fiend,  who,  having  been 
in  all  parts  of  the  field  on  his  bloody  work,  espied  Louis,  the  Scout, 
and  singled  him  out  as  a  shining  mark  for  his  weapon.  But  the 
blow  was  dexterously  parried,  and  a  hand-to-hand  encounter  soon 
ensued  between  them.  "  Monster  fiend,  ye  omist  be  of  the  devil 
born,"  cried  Louis,  in  revenge,  "or  yet  of  sterner  stuff  than  my 
good  blade  is  made..  For  thrice  has  my  trusty  steel  pierced  thy 
garments  through,  and  still  thou  -art  before  me,  strong  with  life  as 
ever.  But  slay  thee  yet  I  will. — For  to  be  revenged  I've  sworn." 
.  "Ha!  My  life  immortal  is; — no  man  of  woman  born  can  ever 
slay  Lucifer's  Son  of  the  Morn,"  echoed  the  Fiend,  thrusting  des- 
perately. But  Louis  closing  with  him,  grasped  his  cloak,  out  of 
which  the  fiend,  being  hardly  pressed,  slipped  and  fled  the  field. 

"  He  fights  as  one  possessing,  indeed,  a  charmed  life.  When  we 
contend  again  I  shall  know,"  said  Louis,  in  disappointment,  still 
gras^tng  the  coarse  cloak,  and  gazing  revengefully  after  the  flying 
form  of  the  Rebel  Scout. 

"Follow  them,  boys, — on  boys,  on.  They  fly,  they  fly,"  ex- 
claimed Parson  Brownlow,  encouraging  the  ipen  to.  pursue  the 
fcraitors  to  the  death. 

^'  Aye,  go  in  boys ;  on  and  onward  still.    We've  got  'em  now, 


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48  THE   REBEL  FIEND. 

Pour  it  into  'era.  Give  'em  h — 11,  and  'Hail  Columbia,"  shouted 
the  eccentric  Garfield,  drawing  off  his  coat  and  throwing  it  up  into 
a  tree,  dashing  over  the  field  after  the  flying  foe.  His  brave  and 
hardy  men  followed  his  example,  throwing  up  their  caps  into  the 
air  with  a  wild  shout,  rushed  after  their  daring  and  noble  leader 
with  the  wildest  enthusiasm. 

"Colonel,  the  traitor.  General  Zollickoffer  is  killed, — shot 
through  the  heart ;  and  his  whole  command  is  completely  routed," 
shouted  Louis,  as  he  dashed  past  his  former  master  into  the  thickest 
of  tlie  fray,  flying  over  the  wounded  as  they  lay  in  his  way,  the 
dying  and  the  dead,  after  the  routed  enemy,  who  were  scattering 
and  flying  from  the  fijeld  in  the  wildest  disorder. 

''  That's  glorious  news.  Pour  it  into  'em,  boys,  -and  drive,  the 
traitors  from  the  land,"  yelled  Garfield  to  his  men,  "Look  there, 
boys,  that's  a  grand  hand-to-hand  encounter. — Take  a  lesson  from 
that." 

Freedom  and  the  Fiend,  hand-to-hand,  were  contending  in  a  dis- 
tant part  of  the  field,  isolated  almost  from  the  rest  of  the  combatants. 
•  "  Tyrant,  wretch  ;  base  fiend  of  evil.  If  more  than  man,  then 
not  less  than  devil ;  we  meet  again,  in  this  unholy  war.  Man's 
tempter  still,  why  do  you  haunt  me  evermore,"  shouted  Freedom, 
as  with  his  sword  he  pressed  back  and  bore  the  Fiend  nearly  to  the 
ground ;  but  the  Fiend  recovering,  started  up,  exclaiming, 

"Vain  dotard  of  antiquity !  Thy  silly  taunts  have  no  effect  on 
me.  My  charmed  life,  I  live  o'er  and  o'er  ;  I  reign  henceforth 
fore  verm  ore." 

"Prophet  false,  base  thing  of  evil,  union  is  of- love,  disunion  of 
the  devil.  Leave  us  no  more  thy  black  deeds  as  a  token ;  get  thee 
back  to  Pluto's  shore ;  leave  our  liberties  ^nbi'oken ;  and  with 
treason  curse  our  land  no  more,"  Freedom  shouted,  with  all  his 
strength,  as  they  again  came  together,  in  the  terrible,  fatal  conflict. 
Overborne  by  Freedom,  the  rugged  Rebel  Fiend  fell ;  sank  down 
exhausted,  beneath  his  well  used  sword,  drawing  which  from  his 
heart — dripping  withhis  dark  and  corrupt  blood,  he  drew  his  sword 
on  high,  and  leaping  on  the  dead  body  of  the  Fiend,  stood  on  it  in 
triumph.  While  the  welkin  rung,  again  and  again,  with  the 
hilarious  shouts  of  victory  from  the  noble  ranks  of  the  Union 
army  over  Forts  Henry,  Donaldson,  and  New  Madrid,  the  traitors 
ate  driven  from  Kentucky,  Missouri  and  Tennessee ;  and  the 
abused  and  persecutedBrownlow ;  Martha,  his  heroic  and  faithful 
daughter ;  Emily  Ifelson,  the  simple,  yet  noble  wife  of  Louis,  the 
avenged  husband  and  Union  Scout ;  and  Colonel,  now  Brigadier- 
General  Lemuel  Garfield,  may  safely  return  to  their  homes,  es- 
corted by  the  Union  victors. 

Pomp,  the  eccentric  ebony  idol  of  jet  black  Lilly,  the  contra- 
band.;  his.  bride,  of  course,  followed.  But  Garfield  had  the  satis- 
faction of  seeing  the  tables  fully  turned  on  his  old  foe  aa  he  so 
ably  assisted  in  taking  prisoner  General  Buckner. 


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49 


Theirs  was  a  happy  return,  an  they  joyously  re-entered  their  old 
homestead ;  and  Martha,  after  singing  with  Emily,  "  Columbia  the 
gem  of  the  Ocean," — looking  from  the  same  window  out  on  the 
beautiful  lawn  surrounding  the;  place,  exclaimed  again,  but  now 
with  tears  of  joy, 

"  Father,  '  Our  flag  is  still  ther.e.^ " 

"Yes,  daughter,  and  'Long  may  it  wave, 
O^or  the  land  of  the  free,  and  the  home  of  the  hrave,^^^ 
"Welled  up  from  the  heart  of  that  persecuted  man,  and  fell  from 
his  lips  in  response,  earnest  and  warm,  as  the  true  heart's  sincerest 
prayer. 

''  Yes  1     May  our  good  old  flag, — liberty's  noble  ensign,'  be  for 
ever  honored  and  loved  at  home ;  and  respected  on  every  sea,'' 
concluded  Parson  Brownlow's  pure  and  patriotic  daughter. 


HISS  BROWKLOW,  THK  HBROINB  OF  TENNESSB& 


riKND  OF  SECESeiA. 


